~Blog Tour~ Goddess Born by Kari Edgren

Pennsylvania, 1730
Selah Kilbrid keeps a dangerous secret: she has the power to heal.
A direct descendent of the Celtic goddess Brigid, it's Selah's sacred duty to help those in need. But as the last of the Goddess Born living in the New World, she learned from an early age to keep her supernatural abilities hidden. The Quaker community of Hopewell has always been welcoming, but there's no doubt they would see her hanged if her gift was revealed.
When a prominent minister threatens to try her with witchcraft unless she becomes his wife, Selah has only one hope--that her betrothed, a distant cousin from Ireland, arrives as planned. Marrying Samuel would keep her secret safe, preserve her sacred bloodline, and protect her from being charged as a witch.
But when news of Samuel's death reaches the Colonies, Selah is truly on her own. Terrified, she faces an impossible choice--forfeit her powers and marry the loathsome Nathan? Or find an imposter to pose as her husband and preserve her birthright?

Quakers throughout the room had put their silence aside, and the
meetinghouse began to hum with their voices. More than a few people demanded
that Nathan reveal the witch.

“You’ve given your
warnings,” John Lewis called out above the other voices. “Now give us her
name!”

Nathan stared at me with
unabashed hatred. “The spirit commands me to reveal the witch!” he thundered,
pointing a finger in my direction. “It was Selah Kilbrid that I saw in vision,
selling her soul to the Devil.”

A hushed silence fell over
the meetinghouse as every eye turned in my direction. I sat ramrod straight
under their gaze, my chin slightly raised. Nora and Anne kept a firm hold on
each of my hands. Henry was poised to spring at the first hint of danger.

“You’re mistaken, Nathan,”
Anne said calmly. “Selah is not a witch.”

“The spirit is not wrong!”
Nathan cried. His nostrils flared and his eyes blazed like a maniac. “Selah
Kilbrid is the Devil’s whore!”

Confusion and shouting
took over the meetinghouse. Several women hurried to get a safe distance away
from me.

“Mark Flanders lost a
heifer two days ago,” a man shouted from the crowd.

“It died of acorn
poisoning,” William yelled back angrily.

“Maybe it was Selah and
she just made it look like the cow had eaten too many acorns,” another shouted.

“Maybe you need to shut
your mouth before I come over and shut it for you!” William shouted, standing
to face the man.

“Let the witch speak for
herself!” the man yelled back.

During this exchange,
Henry came over and pulled me protectively to his side. Nora and Anne also
stood, keeping close. Allison started to walk toward me, only to be stopped by
her mother, who looked uncertain. When William joined us, Henry leaned over to
whisper something in his ear. William nodded and then hurried toward the back
door.

I stood stone still, my
heart pounding painfully as my name spread through the crowd outside, bringing
more people into the meetinghouse to see me. The space in the middle quickly
disappeared, taken up by those being pushed forward to make room.

“Order!” Gideon bellowed,
standing on a bench. “We will have order in God’s House!” One by one, people
fell silent, waiting for what the Elder would do next. “Selah, please step
forward,” Gideon instructed.

I did as he bid me,
brushing past Nathan on my way. Henry stayed at my arm, a threat to anyone who
dared harm me.

“Selah, are you willing to
answer some questions?” Gideon asked. He was all seriousness, but from the
concern in his eyes, I knew he meant to help.

I nodded and turned to
face the crowd. Looking out at the mass of people, I was amazed by my complete
lack of fear.

About Kari Edgren

Kari Edgren did not dream of becoming a writer. Instead, she dreamed of everything else and was often made to stay inside during kindergarten recess to practice her letters. Despite doting parents and a decent school system, Ms. Edgren managed to make it through elementary school having completed only one book cover to cover – The Box Car Children, which she read approximately forty-seven times. Things improved during high school, but not until she read Gabrielle Garcia Marquez’s One Hundred Years of Solitude in college, did she truly understand the power of a book.
Ms. Edgren aspires to be a Vulcan, a world-acclaimed opera singer, and two inches taller. She resides in the Pacific NW where she spends a great deal of time torturing her husband and children with strange food and random historical facts. Ms. Edgren hasn’t stopped dreaming, but has finally mastered her letters enough to put the stories on paper.